What a Summer on the North Shore will do to You.
Either the North Shore or I needs to die right now, because this relationship just is not going very well. I have never been so freaking bored in my entire life. You know that I am bored when I refrain from using profanity as a descriptor.
Summer projects so far have included furthering my coffee addiction thanks to the drive-through Starbuck's that has been installed a scant three minute walk from my house. It's not even that I really care for their coffee. It's just there, so I feel like I am wasting my existence if I am not sipping on a six shot iced americano, which I actually don't really enjoy all that much.
There is also quite a cute barista there who totally gave me the eyes when I walked in the other day.
As fate would have it though, I was in the market for a frappachino, a drink that says "do these women's jeans make me look fat?" as opposed to the "do me" I was hoping to go for.
Torn, I didn't know how I could handle the sticky situation of wanting to have a moment with the barista, while still satisfying my urge to drink the coffee equivalent of a Mike's Hard Lemonade Lite. I needed to look hardcore like Paris Hilton needs a cream to rid herself of her Crabs infection.
Thank god for Daddy's mastercard, which was tightly secured in the back pocket of my jeans. In efforts to impress, I boldly strutted up to the counter and ordered my venti mocha frappachino, and then asked for a six shot iced americano to go along with it. Badass!
While Mr. Barista Eyes made my americano, I gave him lovey dovey eyes that probably creeped the fuck out of him, as he never acknowledged my presence. That bitch. Pissed off, I dumped that americano in the trash the first chance I got, and enjoyed my frappachino like the Lake Forest priss my mother raised me to be. And it was damn good.
I thought nothing more of that until my dad approached me today with the credit card bill in hand, and inquired as to why I felt it necessary to make a nine dollar purchase at Starbuck's with a credit card, to which I replyed "it was in the name of love."
So clearly, heading off to Aspen in three days will be a welcome relief. And there is a Starbuck's right down the street from where I am living there too!
Summer projects so far have included furthering my coffee addiction thanks to the drive-through Starbuck's that has been installed a scant three minute walk from my house. It's not even that I really care for their coffee. It's just there, so I feel like I am wasting my existence if I am not sipping on a six shot iced americano, which I actually don't really enjoy all that much.
There is also quite a cute barista there who totally gave me the eyes when I walked in the other day.
As fate would have it though, I was in the market for a frappachino, a drink that says "do these women's jeans make me look fat?" as opposed to the "do me" I was hoping to go for.
Torn, I didn't know how I could handle the sticky situation of wanting to have a moment with the barista, while still satisfying my urge to drink the coffee equivalent of a Mike's Hard Lemonade Lite. I needed to look hardcore like Paris Hilton needs a cream to rid herself of her Crabs infection.
Thank god for Daddy's mastercard, which was tightly secured in the back pocket of my jeans. In efforts to impress, I boldly strutted up to the counter and ordered my venti mocha frappachino, and then asked for a six shot iced americano to go along with it. Badass!
While Mr. Barista Eyes made my americano, I gave him lovey dovey eyes that probably creeped the fuck out of him, as he never acknowledged my presence. That bitch. Pissed off, I dumped that americano in the trash the first chance I got, and enjoyed my frappachino like the Lake Forest priss my mother raised me to be. And it was damn good.
I thought nothing more of that until my dad approached me today with the credit card bill in hand, and inquired as to why I felt it necessary to make a nine dollar purchase at Starbuck's with a credit card, to which I replyed "it was in the name of love."
So clearly, heading off to Aspen in three days will be a welcome relief. And there is a Starbuck's right down the street from where I am living there too!